At this moment, Isaac and Abby are relatively well. Abby still has a lingering cough and Isaac is on antibiotics for his ear infection, but otherwise, they're both in grin 'n go mode. But that's where the good health ends.
Brady is very congested. He's on antibiotic eye drops and has a very, very stuffy little nose. He tries very hard to be in good spirits, but it stinks to be a three-month old with a headcold. Adam has a cough and the beginnings of congestion. I'm a trainwreck; my throat is extremely sore, I have what is likely a huge canker sore (because a few years ago, I started getting them when faced with stressful situations) on the roof of my mouth, and my ear still hasn't returned to normal. I can hear through it again, but the sound quality is off-kilter. I took a trip to my primary today, but she didn't think anything was wrong (horrible pain aside), and gave me just some lidocaine to gargle. (I'm going back to my ENT tomorrow; he wants to do a strep test and check my ear again. Thank God for specialists.)
But worst of all, my poor sweet Logan is horribly congested. We've done the absolute best we could do with keeping him away from the germs, so it's frustrating that he's ill. He still has seven days of focal radiation remaining, so PLEASE pray that God will touch him and make the cold better soon.
As always, please keep praying for healing for my little sunshine. I can't express how important those prayers are to me; how closely I hold them to my heart. How much it means to know that scores of others are interceding on Logan's behalf, begging God to heal him, to eradicate the cancer entirely and to make him well again. Because THAT is the desire of my heart. THAT is what I want, what I yearn for, what I plead for every day, all day long. Eternal perspective aside -- and I DO have one -- I want my son to be well. I want him to grow up with an amazing story to tell. I'm his mom; I can't possibly desire anything else.
Thank you and good evening.